❝ Maybe through the power of persuasion, I can convince him to turn towards the light. ❞
❝ Maybe through the power of persuasion, I can convince her to rule the galaxy with me.❞
(Story takes off after TFA)
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{ Rey } location ; ahch-to
Luke's bitter storming off brought nothing but discomfort, merely because I am once again reminded that I am alone. Perhaps The Resistance can figure out another way of fighting back. Every conversation with Luke about bringing him onboard is a dead end, usually followed by him walking away when asking further questions.
The image of the black hole under the cliff hasn't left my mind, which makes me wonder its importance. Luke ordered me to not look for it, since he does not know what it holds, but I feel a strange desire to seek it.
Pushing back a few strands of hair from my face, I knock on Luke's door for what feels like the millionth time. The legendary Jedi may be incredibly powerful and resilient, but his thick-headedness drives me up the wall. After a long minute, the door to the hut flies open, revealing Luke's exhausted state. It seems as if he hadn't slept last night. Did the talk about Kylo destroy him?
"What do you want?"
"A second lesson. And for you to come with me to The Resistance," I persist, making Luke roll his eyes. He heads inside, leaving me standing at the entrance of his home. "Look, I just need to know my place in this story."
"You know your place," Luke answers, sitting down on his bed, which is made of sticks and foreign wool.
"I want to know what happened between you and Kylo. I can tell it's tearing you apart," I say, making Luke's gaze dart up to meet mine. His ocean-blue eyes gleam in the dimness of the cabin, gesturing me to come inside with a sigh. Sitting down on his lounge chair across the bed, his eyes remain fixed on the muddy floor at his feet.
"Leia wanted me to train him when my nephew turned twelve. She wanted me to teach him the Jedi ways, more specifically, the Skywalker ways. I took him and a dozen of my best students and set up an academy — exclusively for the best Jedi students.
One day, I saw something inside him. It was unlike anything I had seen. It was as if his rage was engulfing him, draining his conscience. I thought it was because of Han, because he was against Ben going to The Temple. But the rage continued weeks after that," Luke explains, shaking his head after a pause.
"What happened?" I ask, intrigued by Luke's story. He exhales, fiddling with his fingers before lifting his gaze once again.
"I went to confront him one night. I wanted to see what was left of him; if there was a chance to help him. But when I entered his mind, there was something so..." Luke pauses, clenching his fist with self-disappointment. "I knew he was already gone. Snoke had turned him. He noticed me listening to his thoughts and made the roof collapse on me."
My eyes widen from surprise, unable to imagine how Luke must have felt in that instant.
"He burned down the temple. He took half a dozen of my students and..." Luke slurs, wiping a tear from his cheek. A brief pause lingers. "He killed the rest."
